One day, a ten-year-old boy went to an ice-cream shop, sat at a table and asked the waitress, "How much is an ice-cream cone?"
She said, "seventy-five cents." The boy started counting the coins he had in his hand. Then he asked how much a small cup of ice-cream was. The waitress impatiently replied, "sixty-five cents."
The boy said, "I will have the small ice-cream cup."
He had his ice-cream, paid the bill and left. When the waitress came to pick up the empty plate, she was touched. Underneath were Ten one-cent coins as tip. The little boy had consideration for the waitress before he ordered his ice-cream. He thought of others before himself.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
Friday
Diet FAQ
Q: I've heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it...don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.
Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.
Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine, that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain.Bottoms up!
Q: Aren't fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU'RE NOT LISTENING!!!. Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil.In fact, they're permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?
Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach.
Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO ...... Cocoabeans ... another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!
Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.
Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!
Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets and remember, "Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways - bodythoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming - WOO HOO! What a Ride!"
Dedicated to Amtb and Anl.
Monday
Winning Race
A few weeks ago NIMH (National Institute of Mentally Handicapped, Hyderabad) had conducted a sports meet for all the physically & mentally handicapped children at National Stadium Hyderabad.
In one race, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win.
All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned around and went back every one of them. One girl with Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, "This will make it better."
Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes.
In one race, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win.
All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of times, and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry. They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned around and went back every one of them. One girl with Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed him and said, "This will make it better."
Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line. Everyone in the stadium stood, and the cheering went on for several minutes.
Self Appraisal
A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits.
The storeowner listened to the following conversation.
The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn." "Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now."
The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach, Florida".
Again the woman answered in the negative. With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver.
The druggist, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy and said," Son... I like your attitude, I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.
"The little boy replied, "No thanks:) I was just checking on the job I already have!"
The storeowner listened to the following conversation.
The boy asked, "Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?" The woman replied, "I already have someone to cut my lawn." "Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now."
The woman responded that she was very satisfied with the person who was presently cutting her lawn. The little boy found more perseverance and offered, "Lady, I'll even sweep your curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of North Palm Beach, Florida".
Again the woman answered in the negative. With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver.
The druggist, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy and said," Son... I like your attitude, I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.
"The little boy replied, "No thanks:) I was just checking on the job I already have!"
Talent
There was a student who was desirous of taking admission for the IIM study course. He was smart enogh to get through the written test, a GD and was to appear for the personal interview. Later, as the interview progressed, the interviewer found this boy to be bright since he could answer all the questions correctly. Ihe interviewer got impatient and decided to corner the boy "Tell me your choice," he said to the boy "Whats your choice? I shall either ask you ten easy questions or ONE real difficult. Think well before you make up your mind!" The boy thought for a while and said my choice is ONE real difficult question."
"Well, good luck to you ,you have made your own choice!" said the man on the opposite side. "Now tell me this. What comes first, Day or Night?"
The boy was jolted first but he waited for a while and said, "It's the DAY sir!"
"How?????????" the interviewer was smiling at last.
"I got you" he said to himself "Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!" And the admission for the course was thus secured.
Talent is what you possess; Genius is what possesses you.
"Well, good luck to you ,you have made your own choice!" said the man on the opposite side. "Now tell me this. What comes first, Day or Night?"
The boy was jolted first but he waited for a while and said, "It's the DAY sir!"
"How?????????" the interviewer was smiling at last.
"I got you" he said to himself "Sorry sir, you promised me that you will not ask me a SECOND difficult question!" And the admission for the course was thus secured.
Talent is what you possess; Genius is what possesses you.
Love vs Marriage
One day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is love? How can I find it?"
His teacher answered, "There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the most magnificent stalk, then you have found love."
Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands, having picked nothing. His teacher asked, "Why did you not pick any stalk?" Plato answered, "Because I could only pick once, and yet I could not turn back. I did find the most magnificent stalk, but did not know if there were any better ones ahead, so I did not pick it. As I walked further, the stalks that I saw were not as good as the earlier one, so I did not pick any in the end.
His teacher then said, "And that is love."
On another day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is marriage? How can find it?"His teacher answered, "There is a thriving forest in front. Walk forward without turning back, and chop down only one tree. If you find the tallest tree, then you have found marriage." Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with a tree. The tree was not thriving, and it was not tall either. It was an ordinary tree. His teacher asked, "Why did you chop down such an ordinary tree?"
Plato answered, "Because of my previous experience. I walked halfway through the forest, but returned with empty hands. This time, I saw this tree, and I felt that it was not bad, so I chopped it down and brought it back. I did not want to miss the opportunity."
His teacher then said, "And that is marriage."
His teacher answered, "There is a vast wheat field in front. Walk forward without turning back, and pick only one stalk. If you find the most magnificent stalk, then you have found love."
Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with empty hands, having picked nothing. His teacher asked, "Why did you not pick any stalk?" Plato answered, "Because I could only pick once, and yet I could not turn back. I did find the most magnificent stalk, but did not know if there were any better ones ahead, so I did not pick it. As I walked further, the stalks that I saw were not as good as the earlier one, so I did not pick any in the end.
His teacher then said, "And that is love."
On another day, Plato asked his teacher, "What is marriage? How can find it?"His teacher answered, "There is a thriving forest in front. Walk forward without turning back, and chop down only one tree. If you find the tallest tree, then you have found marriage." Plato walked forward, and before long, he returned with a tree. The tree was not thriving, and it was not tall either. It was an ordinary tree. His teacher asked, "Why did you chop down such an ordinary tree?"
Plato answered, "Because of my previous experience. I walked halfway through the forest, but returned with empty hands. This time, I saw this tree, and I felt that it was not bad, so I chopped it down and brought it back. I did not want to miss the opportunity."
His teacher then said, "And that is marriage."
Faith
The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay wilting from thirst. People were anxious and irritable as they searched the sky for any sign of relief. Days turned into arid weeks. No rain came.
The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the town square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring an object of faith for inspiration. At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en-masse filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The ministers were touched to see the variety of objects clutched in prayerful hands - holy books, crosses, rosaries. When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high in gratitude and praise.
From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol seemed to overshadow all the others: A small nine-year-old child had brought an umbrella.
When you do something in life, have complete faith that you will definitely succeed. Never do anything half-mindedly.
The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the town square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring an object of faith for inspiration. At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en-masse filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The ministers were touched to see the variety of objects clutched in prayerful hands - holy books, crosses, rosaries. When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to fall. Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high in gratitude and praise.
From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol seemed to overshadow all the others: A small nine-year-old child had brought an umbrella.
When you do something in life, have complete faith that you will definitely succeed. Never do anything half-mindedly.
Sunday
Who is carrying
Two monks on a pilgrimage came to the ford of a river. There they saw a girl dressed in all her finery, obviously not knowing what to do since the river was high and she did not want to spoil her clothes. Without more ado, one of the monks took her on his back, carried her across and put her down on dry ground on the other side.
Then the monks continued their way. But the other monk after an hour started complaining, "Surely it is not right to touch a woman; it is against the commandments to have close contact with woman. How could you go against the rules of the monks?"
The monk who had carried the girl walked along silently, but finally he remarked, "I set her down by the river an hour ago, why are you still carrying her?"
Then the monks continued their way. But the other monk after an hour started complaining, "Surely it is not right to touch a woman; it is against the commandments to have close contact with woman. How could you go against the rules of the monks?"
The monk who had carried the girl walked along silently, but finally he remarked, "I set her down by the river an hour ago, why are you still carrying her?"
A little start
A friend of ours was walking down a deserted Marina Beach at sunset. As he walked along, he began to see another man in the distance. As he grew nearer, he noticed that the local native kept leaning down, picking something up and throwing it out into the water. Time and again he kept hurling things out into the ocean.
As our friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at a time, he was throwing them back into the water.
Our friend was puzzled. He approached the man and said, "Good Evening, friend. I was wondering what you are doing."
"I'm throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it's low tide right now and all of these star fish have been washed up onto the shore. If I don't throw them back into the sea, they'll die up here from lack of oxygen".
"I understand," my friend replied, "but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can't possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. And don't you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can't you see that you can't possibly make a difference?"
The local native smiled, bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, "Made a difference to that one!".
As our friend approached even closer, he noticed that the man was picking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach and, one at a time, he was throwing them back into the water.
Our friend was puzzled. He approached the man and said, "Good Evening, friend. I was wondering what you are doing."
"I'm throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it's low tide right now and all of these star fish have been washed up onto the shore. If I don't throw them back into the sea, they'll die up here from lack of oxygen".
"I understand," my friend replied, "but there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can't possibly get to all of them. There are simply too many. And don't you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can't you see that you can't possibly make a difference?"
The local native smiled, bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and as he threw it back into the sea, he replied, "Made a difference to that one!".
My Notes
- There is no way to know which future course is best, because there is no way to foresee all those my decisions will affect and how it will affect them, and to attempt to force because there is no way to foresee all those my decisions will affect and how it will affect them, and to attempt to force my mind to reach certainity only assures that it will not. Yes its always possible to know what I believe would be best, 'coz belief is found in the present. My task, therefore, is not to "see my way through", but merely to discover my deepest preferences.
- I am noticing that when I am bored I think I am tired of my surroundings but I am really tired of my thoughts.It's trite, repetitious, unobserved thinking that is providing the discontent. Adopting a quiet awareness, a kind of listening attitude, usually freshens my mind and brings the situation I am into life.
- Dislike is a function of need. I want something from you that you don't provide and so I dislike that condition and call you bad. The squirrel who lives behind our cabin becomes furious whenever I empty the garbage. I don't need his approval and his anger amuses me. But if he were my pet and I needed his cooperation then this same anger would irritate me. I don't dislike a stone unless it's in my path.
- If I feel of something from you then I hear your words only as yes, no, maybe, or irritatingly off the subject. I can't appreciate you as you are and can't begin to see the world as you see it.
- I don't want to listen to just what you say, I want to feel what you mean.
- I am afraid of your silence, 'coz of what it could mean. Perhaps it means you are getting bored or losing interest or making up your own mind about me without my guidance. I believe that as long as I kept you thinking I can know what you're thinking.
But silence can also mean confidence. And mutual respect. Silence can mean live and let live freely, the appreciation that I am I and You are You. Words can mean that I want to make you into a friend and silence can mean that I accept your already being one. - If I made you aware of all that I feel, your reaction might give me much needed information about myself or at last about us!
- An argument is always about what has been made more important than the relationship.
- I want to support my friends-even in their mistakes. I must be clear, however, it is the friend and not the mistake I am supporting.
- The heart loves, but moods have no loyality. Moods should be heard but never danced to.
- "All I want to is to be loved." - Wanting to be loved, to be lovable, is not really a desire for how I want to be, but for how I want others to be.
- By giving what I want I realize that I have what I thought I lacked before.
- In order to see I have to be willing to be seen.
- If a man takes off his sunglasses I can hear him better.
- As long as I am giving you things(even "love"), I don't have to notice you.
- I learn most about myself by observing myself in relation to others. When I examine myself by myself I am actually examining the result of a previous encounter.
- The key to motivation is to look at how far I have come rather than how far I have to go.
- Boredom or discontent is useful to me when I acknowledge it and see clearly my assumption that there is something else I would rather be doing. In this way boredom can act as an invitation to freedom by opening me to new options and thoughts. For example: If I can't change the activity, Can I look at it more honestly?
- Today I don't want to live for , I want to live.
Now that I know I am no wiser than anyone else, does this wisdom make me wiser?.
Salty Coffee
He met her at a party. She was so outstanding. Many guys were after her, while he was so normal, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him. She was surprised, but out of politeness, she agreed.
They sat in a nice coffee shop. He was too nervous to say anything. She felt uncomfortable. She thought, "Please, let me go home." Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
"Why do you have this hobby?", curiously asked she. He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea. I liked playing in the sea. I could feel the taste of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I will think of my childhood, think of my hometown. I miss my hometown so much. I miss my parents who are still living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell about his homesickness must be a man who loves home, cares for his home, and has responsibility of home. Then she also started to talk, talked about her far away hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continue to date. She found out that he was a man who meets all her demands: he was tolerant, kind-hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good guy, but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married the prince and they lived a happy life. And every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee because she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away and left her a letter which said: My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you - the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time. Actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt.
It's hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that. I have promised not to lie to you for anything. Now I'm dying. I am afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee. What a strange bad taste, but I have the salty coffee for my whole life since I knew you. I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you as my wife, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.
Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her, "What does salty coffee taste like?"
"It's sweet," replied she.
They sat in a nice coffee shop. He was too nervous to say anything. She felt uncomfortable. She thought, "Please, let me go home." Suddenly he asked the waiter, "Would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee."
Everybody stared at him, so strange! His face turned red, but, still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it.
"Why do you have this hobby?", curiously asked she. He replied, "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea. I liked playing in the sea. I could feel the taste of the sea, salty and bite, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I will think of my childhood, think of my hometown. I miss my hometown so much. I miss my parents who are still living there. Saying that, tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell about his homesickness must be a man who loves home, cares for his home, and has responsibility of home. Then she also started to talk, talked about her far away hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continue to date. She found out that he was a man who meets all her demands: he was tolerant, kind-hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good guy, but she almost missed him! Thanks to his salty coffee! Then the story was just like every beautiful love story: the princess married the prince and they lived a happy life. And every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in the coffee because she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away and left her a letter which said: My dearest, please forgive me, forgive my whole life lie. This was the only lie I said to you - the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time. Actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt.
It's hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that. I have promised not to lie to you for anything. Now I'm dying. I am afraid of nothing so I tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee. What a strange bad taste, but I have the salty coffee for my whole life since I knew you. I never feel sorry for anything I do for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you as my wife, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again.
Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her, "What does salty coffee taste like?"
"It's sweet," replied she.
Friendship
Horror gripped the heart of a World War I soldier, ashe saw his lifelong friend fell in battle. Caught in a trench with continuous unfire whizzing over his head, the soldier asked his Lieutenant if he could go out into the "no man's land" between the trenches to bring his fallen comrade back.
"You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but I don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throwyour life away.
The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder and brought him back to their company's trench. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded soldier, then looked kindly at his friend. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded." "It was worth it, Sir," said the soldier. "What do you mean by worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. "Your friend is dead."
"Yes Sir," the private answered, "but it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing him say ..."JIM.... , I KNEW YOU'D COME."
"You can go," said the Lieutenant, "but I don't think it will be worth it. Your friend is probably dead and you may throwyour life away.
The Lieutenant's words didn't matter, and the soldier went anyway. Miraculously, he managed to reach his friend, hoisted him onto his shoulder and brought him back to their company's trench. As the two of them tumbled in together to the bottom of the trench, the officer checked the wounded soldier, then looked kindly at his friend. "I told you it wouldn't be worth it," he said. "Your friend is dead and you are mortally wounded." "It was worth it, Sir," said the soldier. "What do you mean by worth it?" responded the Lieutenant. "Your friend is dead."
"Yes Sir," the private answered, "but it was worth it because when I got to him, he was still alive and I had the satisfaction of hearing him say ..."JIM.... , I KNEW YOU'D COME."
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